To my Cherie, my Marmite queen, You’re salty, bold, and sometimes mean. You spread yourself with flair and bite, And somehow still, you taste just right.
You roll your eyes, you steal the sheets, You’ve got opinions, none discreet. But even when you’re full of sass, You’ve got the finest… well, you know—class.
So here’s to us, the oddball pair, You with your drama, me with my stare. We clash, we laugh, we’re dynamite— My cheeky Cherie, my Marmite.
I did cheat and use AI to compose this
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'put a bit of lippy on and run a brush through your hair, we are alcoholics, not savages'
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Originally Posted by Beso
Livelier than Izaaz, and hes got 2 feet.
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